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 MARK TWAIN

MARK TWAIN
pookies kiss, pookies kisspookies kissBecky and TomWhat Beckys kiss meant to Tom Sawyerbye CharlaX TWaintimid the boy was timid when Becky kissed Tom his sore toe healed up his warts on his leg fell off and he knew he was right to be in love his friend started to act nicer to him Old Huck Finn what a guy do you remember when they fished with hooks and line and slept under those Mississippi stars in the mud under the boots would never get hard someday eye will kis my pookie just like this timid and not too hard the love inside we will seal with just one kis the boy braved the cave to be her little man to get the Kis from Becky he had to overcome his fear of the knife of Injun Joe and the ever present fear all boys have of dark caverens and the dark itself is a hard place to be it is love that moves boys to grow up into men Happy Birthday Mark Twain here is pookies kiss
During a midnite after contemplation discussion the thing was finally mentioned and discovered to be truly an accidental fathoming of truth. There was a day in Mississippi when the MARK did NOT have even one single word written in a book or manuscript the evidence is overwhelming that HE must have had a beginning a word written in the missive in the MARK Twain notebook. The greatest Story teller of the Mississippi mud had just begun Oh ewe what was that word was it WHO WHY or HUH or ONCE

Eye think it was ONCE upon the time

ONCE the word could have been oncet

ONCET upon a time in Mississippi MUDD there was a TWAIN a MARK who penned the HUCKLEBERRY FINN and then the TOM SAYWER thing. There was a day when the MARK of TWAIN had  none no work to do no word of save no word of hope he could have been just like me just like us just like ewe well not like ewe but more like me a male adult ewe see oh ewe where was eye at? The MARK of Twain a friend of dog and man kind a kind man a strange man to be sure a very rich man a wonderfull person and he was a boy and wore them faded jeans and sang them old faded songs.



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